What does it take to getchaTo admit it?How much lightTill it shines on you?How much did she betchaYou couldn't get it?What does it signifyWhen it lands on you?They will tell you you're a loserThey'll stone you in the streetMakes you kinda wonder'Bout the people you meet, yeahThere's a telegram they send yaTo tell you that you wonAnd now, your life is gonnaSuddenly be funIt's a piece of empty paperIt's a piece of empty pieIt is a vision of illusionIt will surely pass you byAnd I don't know what to tell yaI haven't got a clueI don't know why peopleDo the things that they do, no, no, noWhat does it take to getchaAs confused as me?And how much informationIs gonna finally set you free?What does it take to getchaTo admit it?How much light, babyShines on you?How much lightTill it shines on you, yeah?How much lightTill it shines on you?How much lightShines on you?